A new year, some fresh Kashual Plastik. Absolute organic. The campfire is burning, FM radio in the air, with not so frequent frequencies. Gently waiting for the flood that brings no water. An accordion weeps, an organ cries, sweet acoustic guitar chords, a dancing piano, a shy voice, singing intimate stories. Sacred white noise in the off. Bits of found sounds in the accounts. Reverbs reversing. All in happiness, so full of melancholy. Dream music for open-eyed musers. Right from the Scandinavian hemisphere, where freeze is in the breeze at the start of a new year circle.

Not much sunlight. But Jonas Torstensen aka Franciska, the Danish musician that bewitches us discreetly, just drifts through darkness with his unmatching, tremendously charming experimental DIY style. Tender music, in old Woodsist lo-fi spirit. It can make you cry. Can make you shy. Maybe a smile goes by. Don’t ask why. Just be a spy and scout this sound. It's like a tangy grape; heavy immune support enclosed in a melodious vitamin resort. When the day is over, it all loops on. Into a zone, where happiness is more than just a warm gun for a quick hum. Buy it. Eat it. Feed it. There comes the time you need it.